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The Cell With the Open Door

What is Discalculus?
                         It means my brain produces the colour red
                              Like a mist that covers and hides 
                                     Making all numbers dead
                              And all ability to understand slides
                                                   Away.

                There are ways to escape and in no way its value diminish
 One was darts, learning double and trebles rote, and what was a 301 finish!
                   It worked, and so, I was able to take in a little more
                               But not enough to even the score
                      Of how I could never fully walk out of the door
                                              Of limitation.

        It never held me back, strength and have a go gave me a life
                I could work out my finances as sharp as a knife
                   But my poetry is mainly free verse or rhyme 
           Other peoples poetry so inspiring and in such expanded time
                        Yet most competitions have definite style
                      Need certain syllables or a genius made guile
                         I wish some competition makers can see
                           There are thousands of Poets just like
                                                        Me.

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Janine Lever

Date: 10/31/2023 1:47:00 PM

I wrote this poem feeling a little jaded because i wanted to enter a competition or two, and couldnt because of the styles required. I absolutely admire the people who can make other styles of poetry and who can organise these competitions, but oh woe is me, (i hate whingeing) none of them were what i could enter. I am not asking for change, what i am asking for is could sometimes , someone, do a competition for free verse or rhyme or prose for we poets who have clipped wings. lovexxxx